Series Book 3)
she stole his.
a promise. Even though she never intended to break it, she can’t allow RJ to
give up his own future to follow hers. But after shouldering its weight for
seven years, she begins to wonder how much longer she can stay upright.
anyone other than Addilyn. He thought he could trust her word, but his broken
heart is proof that she’s a liar. Yet, it doesn’t matter how badly she broke
his heart or how much time has passed, he still loves her.
tragedy hits and forces Addilyn and RJ together again, will they put their
differences aside and accept forgiveness?
from a promise that should have never been broken?
was way heavier asleep than he was awake, and I almost misjudged the turn
through the doorway. Thankfully, I didn’t bonk the little man’s head, and Addie
just missed the moment that would have ended my babysitting career. She pulled
back the comforter on the bed, and I laid him down, careful not to wake him. He
turned on his side, snuggling into the extra pillow and Addie tucked him in
they going to be okay in here by themselves?” she whispered.
leaned close to her ear, wanting her to feel the warmth of my breath on her
skin. “They should be fine, but I’ll keep the door open.” I placed my hand at
the small of her back again. “After you.”
down the hallway, she bypassed the living room and headed straight for the
front door, but I caught her hand, stopping her and turning her toward me.
bold, I tucked a strand of her soft hair behind her ear and slowly moved
closer, cautiously pulling her in for a hug. Addie’s arms lay limp at her sides,
and I squeezed tighter.
you love him?” I held my breath, praying she said no but I had to know. There
was no way she could love him like we loved each other—like we promised.
Addie’s hands came to rest in fists in the center of my chest. I knew she was
fighting the riptide slowly drawing us together. “Tell me, Addie Mae . . . do
you? Is he enough for you?” I sighed. “I don’t even hear the smile in your
voice anymore, especially at the mention of him.”
engaged, RJ.” There wasn’t even a ghost of happiness in her words.
not what I asked you.”
her head back, I saw an ocean of emotions swirling in her beautiful blue eyes.
Longing, sadness, love, even regret—every emotion one person could feel was
shared between the two of us in a matter of seconds. With calculated movements,
I carefully lowered my lips close to hers. Close enough to feel her breath on
soft sigh blew against my face. “Addie.” Should I even be doing this? Could I
do this to her?
in thought, I came to the conclusion—yeah I could. She had been—no, she was
mine. Time and distance be damned. That temporary distraction of a fiancé meant
nothing—he meant nothing. I wouldn’t make a dishonest woman of her.
slight shift in movement caused my cheek to brush against hers. “You never
answered,” I repeated softly.
tightened her fists, gripping onto my shirt, and her forehead fell to my chest.
“I thought I did . . . love him.” She stumbled through her words. “So much is
happening at once, I’m not sure what to feel or what the heck is going on.”
understanding and feeling confused at the same time, I ghosted my fingers up
her back, ending with them spread out through her hair. Tilting her head back a
little so I could see her face, I asked her once again. “Do you love him? It’s
a simple yes or no answer.” I searched her eyes for what I knew was waiting for
me, but her lids lowered, shutting me out.
body quivered under my touch, and she pulled her lower lip between her teeth—a
tic she knew drove me mad. A lone tear slid down the side of her face, and all
my efforts to win her over made me feel like complete shit. It was never my
intention to make her cry or cause her any kind of heartache. I needed to know
if we still had any kind of connection—if any of her feelings remained.
against the wave of emotion, I gently kissed the side of her eye and whispered,
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push.” When I moved to lower my hands, her
delicate fingers wrapped around my wrists and held me in place.
she shook her head. “No . . . I’m not sure what the right answer is here.”
looked up, and although they were sad, her eyes mirrored the hope that I held
out in mine. There was definitely a force we were struggling against. The push
and pull was real. Breathing required a little more effort as I closed the
distance and barely brushed my lips against hers. Addie’s breath hitched, and
her eyes slowly opened again.
feel it, don’t you?” I whispered, my lips just brushing against hers as I spoke.
didn’t answer right away, but when she did, the single word, which was barely
an exhale, sounded like a gunshot. “Yes.”
even had a pipe dream of writing her own book. Life and growing up had put
reading on the far end back burner, but her dream recently came true with her
debut novel The Beauty of Grace, book one in the She’s Beautiful Series.
she credits her late mother passing on to her and now an even stronger love to
write her own stories.